who cares if hell awaits? Romek

[Maribel]

Who cares if hell awaits? We're having drinks at heaven's gate. The blue of her eyes seem to reflect the sky as she seeks his face among all the others. So many new horses moved among the snow drifts, specks against the ice lands. She stands bathed in gold from the morning sun, glistening under an autumn sky of crisp air. Mari pays no notice to the small huffs of frosted cloud as her nostrils rip through the strange scents, seeking his. "Romek?" His name is spoken from between velvet lips. Mari attempted to a call but chose to say his name. It was so much more meaningful than just a silly trumpet of sound to call attention to herself. No. She only meant to call to him, to their children. A smile spreads across her lips as she thinks of the little family they have formed and to the potential bond they may have in the upcoming season. Slender limbs move now to draw her towards the other bands of conversing horses as Rom may be amongst them. Mari bites back on her avid search to seem more calm and collected but deep inside the warm breast lay a thumping heart of excitement and anxiety blended together. Her skin ached for his touch, his caress. Her body wanted his comfort against her side and the feel of his warmth as it seeped into her skin. M A R I B E  L

It's short but yes, she misses her Rom